The crescent shaped cliffs battered by wind, snow and rain.
The vastness of the cold sea, the crescent cliffs, the chilly temperature that made me shiver, the wind pushing and pulling yet the birds seemed to be at home. I wasn't.
A colony of birds live on the side of the cliffs.
To them, this is home.
No wonder the birds love it here, they have the best view in the world - the horizon and the sea.
This is no place for bikinis or shorts or spaghetti straps. The wind is fierce and the chilly temperature crept through every bone in my body. Still, I managed to smile. I do love Iceland.
Kepi the photographer.
At that time, we were the only ones visiting the cliffs. Perhaps everyone went to bed as when these photos were taken, it was close to 9 PM.